January 5th, 2008 at 12:06 pm
Three Shots of Whiskey
A friend from Sitiawan turned up in Kuala Lumpur unexpectedly and since I was free, I went to the Curve to meet up with her for a hot meal and juicy gossips. Hot babe Sharon, despite having to juggle between two kids and slogging her ass off at her husband’s meehoon factory, still looked fresh and smashingly sexy.
We had our dinner at the Apartment – I tell you, the Apartment’s food is deteriorating. The strawberry peach paslova doesn’t look that appetizing anymore. This is the first time Hot babe Sharon having this “yat pek yeh” (One lump of shit) but she claimed it’s orgasmic despite being so ugly looking.
After dinner, we adjourned to join a couple of friends at Sanctuary – the club. They have weird names for the watering holes at the Curve – the Laundry Bar and the Sanctuary. I have been to neither of these places. The last clubs I’ve been are probably Zouk and Maison last year on the same night itself. I have given up clubbing a long time ago.
The crowd at Sanctuary comprised of young yuppies and there were quite a handful of Ah Bengs and Ah Lians. I think, the Curve being near Kepong and Jinjang, it is unavoidable to attract some Ah Bengs and Ah Lians around the club. And.. I happened to know some of them. Hahaha.
I was with a slightly older group – those pushing 40s and above 40s. It’s a total opposite from whom I used to hang out with, the happening 20s a few years ago. Not that I am complaining. I find mature people are less pretentious.
After three shots of whiskey, I decided to go home as I had to work the next day, which is today. And now, I am having sore throat because of the shouting and yelling, when trying to have a conversation in the smoke infested noisy club.
Till today, I still couldn’t figure out why there would still be some people going to such places and risk being a second hand smoker, talking too loud till the throat hurts, end up slightly deaf due to loud music, trying to kill their livers with alcohol and rubbing bodies against strangers (hmmmph.. I tend to like this part – that is the closest contact I could ever get from the opposite sex, really).
Well, have a good weekend, everybody.